


Intoxicate Me

by SerenityShadows



Category: Teen Wolf (TV)
Genre: Clothes Kink, Desk Sex, Dirty Talk, F/M, Girl!Stiles, Lingerie, M/M, Secretaries, Size Kink, Unintentional Matchmaker Peter, Workplace Relationship, Workplace Sex, blowjob, cliches
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-06-01
Updated: 2013-06-01
Packaged: 2017-12-13 16:20:11
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,194
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/826296
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SerenityShadows/pseuds/SerenityShadows
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>Intoxicate me now<br/>With your lovin' now<br/>I think I'm ready now</p>
            </blockquote>





	Intoxicate Me

**Author's Note:**

> Soooooooooooooo,
> 
> I, ah, got a new laptop which apparently means y'all get porn.
> 
> Yeah. 
> 
> *goes hides in corner*

Stiles Stilinski was not a prude, by any means. Hell, when she left her small town of Beacon Hills, California to move to New York, she wasn’t ashamed to admit she slept around a little bit. Don’t get her wrong. She didn’t sleep with every guy or girl she met but she had some pretty hands-on experience, if you knew what she meant.

The only reason the people in the office thought she was a prude was because she constantly turned down every man who even attempted to flirt with her at work or made a face whenever somebody made a sexual joke. That wasn’t her being prudish. It was her being professional. Hale Investigations had an open policy when it came to interpersonal relations but Stiles’ dad had taught her to be professional in all things she did. Besides Mr. Hale, her boss up until a year ago, was a major creep and she pretty much figured out why he hired her from the get go and didn’t want another repeat of that. Stiles knew she wasn’t Disney princess beautiful like Allison and she couldn’t even describe the level that was Lydia but she was pretty when she tried and didn’t even have confidence boost of being the only female wolf in the pack like Erica.

She still found it funny that nobody in their office seemed to realize she knew they were werewolves, even Scott, who knew her back in Beacon Hills. Yeah, she’d figured it out back in high school after seeing her classmate, Derek Hale, (Embarrassingly enough, the day after her first wet dream of said classmate) , damage some stair railing with his bare hand and walk away with his friends like nothing happened. That, and when Scott moved a few weeks before starting his job at the Vet clinic, Stiles took his place and Dr. Deaton told her she had a Spark of something and should pursue it. Yeah, it always struck her as ironic that she moved across the United States to study Magic at one of the best secret schools, only to end up working at a Detective agency run by Derek, his uncle and his sister, who also happened to be wolves though not as strong as Derek because they were Betas and they had slightly weaker senses than Alphas.

 Derek worked the field so she never really got to see him unless he was getting chewed out by his uncle or something. He never seemed to remember her from high school. It was a shock to the whole office when Mr. Hale, who he insisted Stiles call him Peter but No, just no, ‘retired’ and Derek took over his position and was going to choose Lydia as his secretary. But after a few weeks, nobody wanted to deal with him because he was broody and difficult to work with, seeing as Peter left behind 3 entire filing cabinets full of notes that only he could read.  The girls in the office had taken to calling him Sourwolf after hearing Stiles say it, trying to drop hints about knowing the secret but Derek never seemed to get them, and it irritated him even more and made him act even grumpier. Eventually, Stiles got fed up hearing everybody else complain about Derek’s actions and over the course of three nights, with help from her Adderall, had retyped every case and digitized them into an easy to read directory on his laptop. She’d taken over Lydia’s position almost immediately.

Now, Stiles always thought Derek was hot in high school but damn, he was GQMF as a man and she wasn’t the only one who thought so. Erica had somehow worked out a theory that Derek secretly wanted someone in the office. Of course, she edited out the parts that included her being able to smell stuff around Stiles, Allison and Lydia but she dropped hints to everyone else and Stiles was good at picking up subtext. So, the girls had a bet going on who he wanted to sleep with. Needless, to say her name wasn’t even put up as a consideration. Not because the girls didn’t try to put hers up but because she shot them down, knowing how Derek was in high school. He was a serial monogamist which made sense with him being a wolf, and didn’t sleep around. He also had a type and Stiles wasn’t it.

 

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            “Shit!” Stiles exclaimed as the files slipped from the huge stack she was carrying and slid under Derek’s desk. She set the other papers down on the top of the desk and then dropped to her knees to crawl under the desk. She maneuvered herself so that she could get out easily and started to scoop up the papers when she heard the door open.

            “Right this way.” Derek’s voice, tinged with barely concealed irritation, rang out in a falsely cheery kind of way. “Would you like some coffee?”

            Stiles froze and mentally cursed, seeing the file number she was currently trying to sort back into order. It was the case that was currently being worked by the active heads of Hale Investigations and Peter, who’d always creeped her out when she was working for him.

            _Damn it._

Stiles thought, trying to be quiet as she quickly reorganized the papers in sequential order, intensely grateful that Derek’s desk was one of those big oak wood ones. Even though he never admitted to anyone, Stiles knew he’d built it himself before moving to New York. He always had an A in woodshop back in high school, while Stiles had barely scraped a B. the dude was good with his hands, and Stiles was going to cut that thought off before her mind could take her somewhere else.

  _Hopefully, it’s a new client._

            “Derek, I appreciate the offer but if we could just discuss the case.”

            _Oh, crap. It’s Peter. Great, here come the hungry eyes._

Stiles gave a shudder and quickly shook herself out of it.

            “Of course.”

            She could hear the tightness of Derek’s smile and could see his face in her mind and cursed again. She only hoped he wouldn’t get as pissed off as he’d been like the last time they’d had a meeting. She heard him walk to the desk and come around to stand behind it. He seemed to hesitate as he rounded the corner and she literally heard his nostrils flare. She closed her eyes and grimaced, knowing she was more than likely going to get lectured about personal boundaries again. He hated when anyone, especially her, was in his office without him. He was such a control freak that he even had to be in the room, when Stiles did simple housekeeping stuff for him. He might have hated her being in there but he hated everyone else more besides Laura. Stiles just hoped her recent magic test drive would be working.  Theoretically, the spell she’d been working on was supposed to mask her presence completely from werewolves but apparently, Alphas could still smell a person to a point and Derek could probably smell hints of her scent on the files.

            “Derek?” Peter’s inquiry seemed to snap Derek to attention.

            “It’s nothing.”

            She saw his feet move forward until his legs were in front of her face. She heard the rustling of the files and could almost feel more irritation roll off Derek when he couldn’t find the file.  

“What’s taking so long, Derek? Did you lose the file?”

Stiles grimaced at the growl that came from Derek.

“No, I did not lose the file. It must have fallen to the floor.”

Stiles froze, file in hand, eyes wide as Derek bent down to look. Their eyes met and his eyes widen for a second and his nose twitched. His eyes filled with confusion. He opened his mouth to say something but Peter’s voice cut him off.

“Derek, I know you have better eyesight than everyone. What’s keeping you down there?” he chuckled dirtily. “Unless, you have one of your cute little secretaries waiting for you under there, eh? But that can’t be true right?”

Stiles jerked at the joke, remembering all the times Peter had the joke to her and then the thoughts about her and Derek doing the same thing they were doing now but in a much sexier way. Confusion and Anger filled Derek’s face.  

“It’s stuck in the corner. Hold on.” He barked at Peter, eyes never leaving hers. _You’re telling me all of this later_ , they seemed to command. She nodded as he took the file from her hand and straightened. She could only guess he was giving Peter the evil eye as he sat down in his chair. “If you would sit down, we can get started.”

_Shit_

Derek moved the chair forward putting her face at a barely appropriate space from his groin. As a small as the space was, she couldn’t help but notice how big Derek was.  She had a thing, okay? She was a bit of a size queen, okay? Derek was huge and her mouth couldn’t help but water at the thought of tasting him, the guy she’d been having dreams about since her freshman year and his senior year of high school. She couldn’t help but feel the arousal that washed over her. Hell, anybody who’s seen Derek had to be attracted to him. He was a freakin’ Greek idol, come on. She saw Derek’s foot twitch as a rumble started in his chest and closed her eyes, talking herself down from it. Derek was already mad about her being in his office and confused why he couldn’t sense her. The scent of her now was probably annoying to him.

By the time it sounded like they were finishing up, (Stiles noticing that as the time dragged on, Derek got more and more agitated) her knees were numb and it was killing her trying to be quiet.

“That’s the last of the evidence.” Derek said, tersely snapping the file shut on the area above her.

“Derek, are you feeling okay? You look like quite stressed. When was the last time you mated with someone?”

She felt Derek knee jump and she was only just learning how feel emotions without physical contact but right now, Derek was feeling scared and angry. Angry at Peter for telling the secret even though he seemed to not know she was there and Scared because now that she knew, what she going to do?

“I already knew.” She whispered quiet enough that only the Alpha could hear.

 “I’m fine and a year ago, not that it’s any of your business.” Derek said, shifting in shock at her words which brought Stiles’ face even closer, but keeping his composure.  

_A year ago? That’s when he-OH! Hot damn, Erica was right! He wants someone from the office!_

She let out a very soft whimper, feeling jealous and fantasying about what it would feel like if Derek wanted her. Derek sucked in a breath like he heard the small noise and breathed out heavily through his nose. “Do you have any more questions about the case?”

Peter chuckled. “Not about the case, no, but I do have a proposition for you.”

_Shut up already, Peter! I need to get out from under Derek! Ooo. Under Derek. No Stiles, Bad thoughts. I can be bad. Stop it. I need to get out so I can go and rub one off in the bathroom. Bet Derek would like to be rubbed off. Or even sucked off. He’d really like that, especially after a year of not getting any. Oh, he’s wearing Button-fly!_

Stiles jerked out of her thoughts as she saw the top of his slacks. Normally, Derek wore straight slack with zippers. She’d gotten his damn dry cleaning enough times to know that. She couldn’t help but think of the last time she’d seen a guy with button fly jeans. It was Isaac, before he became one of their coworkers and one of Derek’s friends. It’d been in the back of the bar, in the restroom after he’d had a fight with his boyfriend Danny, who also now worked with them and she had found out how big he was. She made him come two times without even taking his jeans off, just undid the buttons and sucked him down. She started feeling warm, recalling the memory and sighed.

Derek’s impatient rumbling snapped her out of it. She jerked back guiltily realizing she’d been leaning forward and breathing heavily on him.

“What?” He snarled out. She could see his fists tightening on the desk.

“Seriously Derek. A year? You need to get laid. I know some people who’d be happy-”

“ _Get_ on with it, Peter.” Derek said, cutting of any arguments.

“Geesh. Just trying to be a good uncle.” Derek growled again but Peter continued. “Anyway, I want Stiles.”

She jerked hard, hearing her name out of his mouth again. She shuddered in repulsion. No way in hell was she going back to working for him.

“No!” Derek snarled shocking both of them.

“What?”

_What!?_

“I said, no.”

“Why?” Peter asked, sounding genuinely confused. “You haven’t even introduced her to the pack. She’s loud. She eats all the time and she’s annoying. She’s useless to you.”

 _Hey!_ She thought indignantly, putting a hand on Derek’s thigh to push herself up so she could tear into him. Derek slammed one of his hands down and held hers in place with iron strength. She glared up at him but he kept his eyes on Peter.

“If you think that, why do you want her?” He said, growling which sent vibrations down her arm.

Peter was silent and she could feel Derek’s hand tightening on hers as the seconds ticked by.

“I’m starting to think for the same reasons as you.” His voice was like oil sliding down her back. “Because I _want_ her.”

She felt Derek’s legs tense up and it was her turn to put a steadying hand on his ankle. She really didn’t want have to clean up another incident, like last time’s. Peter’s word didn’t really register so she almost snorted, knowing Derek didn’t like her like that. Derek seemed to slightly calm down at her touch but he was still rumbling in his chest.

“You didn’t deny it,” Peter continued and she could almost hear a smug little smile on his face. “You’ve been lusting after her since you began here. Imagined her with you at night in your bed touching you, kissing you, kissing her, touching _her_.” 

Derek snarled at him but otherwise didn’t move or respond anyway. Well, he did in one area. Stiles eyes went wide as Derek’s hard cock showed itself in front of her as he splayed his legs. She glanced back up at him seeing only his clenched jaw and chest heaving at this point then looked back down. Was that really for her? She went slack-jawed in want. Oh, damn did she want.

Peter laughed. “Oh, I’ve seen the looks, Derek. You follow her every move when she’s near you, like she’s prey and you want to feast on her.”

Stiles eyes went wider. He watched her? She’d never noticed that. He always seemed like he never wanted to be near her. She flooded with heat and panted a bit at the realization she’d been the one he wanted the whole time. Having her under the desk like this must have been torture for him. She decided he needed to be given a prize for that. She inched closer, moving her hand away from his ankle. He was still clutching her other hand and growling. She moved up putting her hand on his thigh. She felt the muscle jump underneath and bit her lip, looking up to see his face. He was glaring at Peter but she could see the flush on his cheeks. Her eyes went back to his pants and dragged her hand up until she felt the first button. It came free with minimal tugging and all the others followed suit until she saw his black boxers. She leaned up and licked him through the cotton. Derek’s hand tensed on hers, the rest of his body nearly vibrating at holding still and the growling got louder.

 “You want her, Derek and you could’ve already had her. You’re an Alpha! She’s just a human. Hell, she’s your secretary. Not to be a total cliché but you could have her here under your desk anytime you wanted if you’d go after her! You could have already made her yours. So what’s stopping me from making her submit to me? ”

 _What is stopping him, Derek?_ Stiles thought, looking up at him as she continued licking at him. She couldn’t help but torture him little bit, now that she knew she could have him because he wanted her back. _What’s stopping any wolf from making me submit?_  

Mental magic had never been her strongest point because her mind was too chaotic but that seemed to echo between the two of them.

“She’s mine!” He snarled at Peter then caught her eyes with glowing red eyes. The moan that slipped out of her made him practically roar as a big wave of magic crashed through the room. She heard Peter cussing them through the door but she was too happy where she was to move. Her eyes flashed amber-gold as she said a few words between and then Peter’s voice was gone and the scent of the room was blocked off from the rest of the office. She tore at his underwear as he slouched back in his chair. She couldn’t help but let out a needy whine at seeing his finally freed cock. God, it was going to take both of her hands to fit around it. She pressed kisses into his head as she continued to lick kittenishly at it.

 “Can’t smell you!” He growled out, thrusting against her lips, sliding his cock against them as he ran a hand through her hair. “Could smell whiffs. Teased me with how good it smelled. Knew you were wet for me.” His fingers slid right alongside his cock, causing her to bit at them which made his eyes light up. “So hot. I want that scent, Stiles. Give it to me!” He demanded, before stealing pushing himself into her mouth.

Stiles moaned, magic flowing from her freely, breaking the spell. Derek snarled above her as her full scent hit him and rocked into her harder.

            “Knew you were special.” He said, fisting a hand in her hair and directing her, like the Alpha he was. “Could sense it. I could smell you, you know. Back in high school. The whole school reeked of you.”

            “Der-ek!” She gasped, clutching at him as she pulled off, mouth instantly wanting to be back, but she had to express her shock. “You r-remember?”

            She saw him grin lewdly and she trembled. “Of course, I do. How could I not remember the scent that made me tear off the railing of the staircase?”

            Stiles’ eyes went wide. “Tha-that was because, _oh god Derek_!” She panted before taking as much of him into her mouth as she could, trying to give him so much pleasure.

He groaned, hand tightening in her hair but quickly got his composure back. “Yes, Stiles. That was because of you. Your lust was so intoxicating that my control slipped and I was going to. Take. You. Right then and there.”

 _Why didn’t you_?

He growled at her, eyes flashing crimson then slowly drained back to green-hazel. “You would have let me, wouldn’t you?” He said, with what almost sounded like Wonder in his voice. “Right there in the hallway for everyone to see.”

Stiles moaned around her mouthful. She wasn’t an exhibitionist but the thought of what could’ve happened made her temperature go that much higher.

“Pushed you against the lockers and slipped right in. a perfect fit for my dick because you were made for me. Could’ve showed everyone that nobody else could have had you.” He growled darkly. “That they didn’t have the _right_ to touch you because you belonged to me and me alone.”

            “Yes.” She groaned out, causing his growl to go louder.

            “Would’ve done it, Stiles. Nobody will ever give you what I can.” He thrusted his cock back to her lips and she moaned.

            Oh yeah, he definitely would have spoiled her but then again she’d pretty much been spoiled from that first dream.

“Wouldn’t have stopped after just once. No, I, _we_ would have kept going until _all_ of us were spent.” He pulled her closer, making her take more of him. “But, I didn’t.”

            Stiles moaned pathetically as the fantasy broke and he pulled her off of him, smiling darkly.

            “Couldn’t.” He groaned as he let her go forward and take him into her hands, pressing kisses against him. “Oh, fuck, did I want to! Smelled so _good_.”  His nostrils flared and shuddered. “Too young. Knew your dad would kill me. But shit, the dreams Stiles. I’d wake up harder than a rock, with your name on my lips when I came.”

            “Oh, god.” She clutched tighter at him, feeling the warmth in her stomach rising. She hadn’t been the only one with dreams. She moaned, taking him back into her mouth, barely managing to get halfway down before he hit her throat and made her slightly gag.  

            “When we came to New York, Laura tried and tried to set me up.”

            Stiles couldn’t help the tiny whine that came from her throat. Just because she wasn’t a wolf didn’t mean she wasn’t possessive, even though before she hadn’t really had the right to be over him because he wasn’t hers but now that she knew he wanted it even more than she did, she was jealous of all the women who possibly got to see him like this, okay?

            Derek laughed again and ran fingers down her throat, where he could see himself bulging.

“Shush. Never did anything. I was doing fine until you came here. Your scent was fucking everywhere, just like in high school! I could smell all the others on you and it drove me insane. Fuck, do you know how hard it was to not bust down the door to the bathroom when I could smell you touching yourself and I knew you were thinking of another man? Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off in here, thinking about you or when you were sitting outside and how easily I could’ve just called you in here and made you get under this desk?” he asked, looking her in the eyes. “You know I made this desk. That’s why you clean it for me. You’re such a good Mate, taking care of my things. What you don’t know Stiles.” He said, pulling her off his cock with a grunt and maneuvering her up so that she was sitting on his lap. “Is that I made this desk because the night that I smelt another man taking you, taking what was rightfully _mine_ ,” He snarled thrusting up against her skirt, making her clutch at him, staring her straight in the eyes. “I took out an oak tree before Laura could get me to calm down.”   

            _Shit!_

She thought, knowing how much strength it took to knock one of those suckers down. Derek must have been nearly feral that night and covered up the damage that he did by making the desk.

            “Could smell every time you were with that stupid kid.” He said darkly. “Every. Single. _Fucking._ Time. When he got to touch you and I couldn’t do a damn thing I wanted to do to you.” He nuzzled into her neck, breathing her in. “Very bad things, because I couldn’t betray your dad. But Stiles,” He slowly grinded against her with a devilish smirk. “I don’t work for your dad anymore and I think you’ve tortured me long enough.”

Next thing Stiles knew, she was on the desk with her legs wrapped around Derek’s waist and he was mauling the parts of her throat that was now bared by her mysteriously [missing vest and gaping button up](http://www.polyvore.com/office_lady_costumes_hustler_sexy/thing?id=9689264). Huh, wonder how that happened? At least, she wasn’t alone because Derek seemed to be lacking his suit jacket and his dress shirt was minus a few buttons, gaping over his pecs. She could feel him trying to tug at the buttons left on her shirt before eventually growling and pulling back, ripped the shirt of completely. Silence, save his heavy breathing and her panting filled the room as Derek saw what she’d been wearing under her clothes. Okay, so she had a few kinks and wasn’t just a size queen. The combination of a deep love for fairytales and a fetish for lingerie with connecting garters had given her a few creative outfits. Example C to why she wasn’t a prude. Derek’s face though was telling her he didn’t seem to mind. His eyes snapped up to hers ringed with red the same shade as her [corset](http://www.estylingerie.com/Red-black-lace-overlay-corset-with-suspenders) and Stiles shivered pleasantly.

“You’ve been wearing this the whole day?” He growled as she nodded and spread her legs over the desk, loving the way his eyes slid down then back up to her breasts as if transfixed by them. “Looks like-”

“Little Red Riding Hood?” She said, flushing but smiling wickedly at him. “But maybe, not so little and in desperate need for a wolf to take her treats?”

He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and dipping his tongue in her cleavage then pulling it up to her neck, causing her to giggle.

“What a big tongue you have there!” she said cupping his face and pulling him into a kiss. Their tongues did a dance in dominance but the minutes Stiles’ found the tips of his barely there canines, Derek froze at the sensation. She smiled against his lips and wrapped her tongue around the now growing fangs. “Better yet, What big teeth you have. So much better to eat me, right?” her eyes twinkled mischievously.

“You-” He trailed off with a growl, before dragging her to the floor and spinning her around to pin her to the desk with him plastered against her. “I’m going to _ruin_ you!” He snarled into her ear before, pressing her forward into the desk and hitting his knees. He all but ripped her panties off making her moan obscenely, fingers clutching into the wood.

“D-Derek!” she shrieked as he pushed her legs wider and began to aggressively attack every inch of her with his mouth. “Oh, god. Yes!”

He growled against her before pulling back to play with her clit with his fingers. “Damn it! You taste as good as you smell.” He said and it sounded like he was licking his lips.

Stiles groaned, shutting her eyes and grasping at the desk again. “Derek! _Fuck me_!”

If Derek was growling before, the one that ripped out of his throat when she said that made them all seem like purrs. She felt him surge up against her, skin sliding alongside hers as well as what she figured was fur.

_Oh, god. He was shifting?_

She moaned again, laying her head on the desk as Derek put on hand on her neck and held her down and the other, now a claw, slipped around her hip and lightly pressed down no doubt causing tiny red marks.

“Stiles!” Derek groaned, pulling their bodies together and she felt his tip prod at her opening.

She groaned beginning to push back but he stopped her, with a growl. 

            “No,” he said, ignoring her whine and full out leering at her. “I think it’s time to get what I want, don’t you?”

            He slid in, right to her hilt, cutting off the smart ass comment on the tip of her tongue and it escaped as a full out whimper.

            “ _God._ ” She whimpered again as he let her get adjusted to him. “You’re so freakin’ big! I could see that when I was under the desk and man, did I want to get my mouth on you but I didn’t know if you would fit, and god it feels so good.” 

            She could now really feel his emotions since they were connected and she had to smile at the masculine pride he was feeling.

            “You like that, don’t you Derek?” She said, titling her neck a bit so she could see him. His eyes were still glowing red, his fangs were clearly visible and his hair was in wild disarray. “Like that you can please your mate with your huge dick?”

            He snarled again, teeth flashing as he began to thrust into her and made her bite her lip. “My Mate.”

            “Yes, Yours.” She said meeting his thrusts. He leaned in closer so he was almost draped over her and began powerful strokes that reached every part of her. He started off pulling back until the tip was nearly out, making her sob, then pushing back in, hit her g-spot every time. As they got a rhythm settled, the strokes became shorter to the point that Stiles could tell he was nearly balls deep inside of her. It was more like direct jabs that sparked so much pleasure.  He moved the hands that were on her hips up, until they were cupping her breasts and he flicked at the nipples as he pushed and pushed into her.

            She groaned, grinding back against him. He made a pleased rumble into her back and before she knew it, he really started going after her. He was like a dog who had sensed a female in heat. He was so strong that the table underneath them began to make noises and the faster Derek went, the more it creaked. The minute that Stiles could feel herself going over into white oblivion, the desk split in two and they both fell to their knees in the wreckage while Derek pulled out and came over her back with a roar. He slumped against her, rolling her on top of him, as they laid there panting trying to catch their breath.

            “Going to have ta get a new desk.” Stiles slurred into his shoulder. “We broke it.”

            She could feel Derek laugh. “About damn time I got rid of it anyway.” He kissed her forehead as he massaged small circles against her back. “You’re mine now. It doesn’t matter what the past held.”

            She smiled drowsily up at him before cushioning her head on his chest, breathing in his scent.

            “you realize we have to talk about the Magic thing.” He said nuzzling into her hair.

            “later.” She flopped a hand in the air before it landed on his pec. His hand came up and took hers, threading their fingers together. “Besides, I can just give you a demonstration of my _magic_ during round 2.”

            His rumbling growl made her smile right before she closed her eyes and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

 

 

**Author's Note:**

> Yeah, I got nothing. I don't particularly like the ending but I think it was a good place to stop. I need to work on my dirty talk. *Shakes head*


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